From Iowa to Minnesota

To give you a brief history of myself and this blog, I was born in Minnesota (I lived there less than a year), moved to Illinois and then Iowa (where I've spent a majority of my life), and after 22 years, I'm back in Minnesota.  A state that I really don't like.  Why don't I like Minnesota, you might ask? Because my heart is not here. My heart is in Iowa.





In June of this year, I came to Minnesota kicking and screaming.  My fiance, Chris, was born and raised in the Minneapolis area, thus we find ourselves residing in what I call a "God-awful state." Now for all you Minnesotans reading this, I promise that my blog will not be all about me bashing your state.  I just need to get my few negative words out there about Minnesota, maybe to make myself feel better about packing up my life and moving away from home.

Since I moved here in June, my attitude toward Minnesota has changed a bit.  I'm accepting that Chris and I will be here instead of my home in Iowa.  I'm getting the hang of 494 and heavy traffic.  I'm learning to comprehend "Minnesota talk" (ex. beg = bag), and trust me, that is a big feat.

Although I may be accepting my presence in Minnesota, I will ALWAYS consider myself an Iowan, I will (hopefully) never pick up that God-awful accent, and I will always think that Minnesotans are a breed of their own (which I'm sure I'll blog about in the future).